[Intro: J] Yes Sir! We money man Yes Sir! Get up Bitch [X15] (Shut the up!) Get up, Get up
Foreign cars, that's day A million off a tour, that's day A broads, that's every day Getting this money- Living large, in way
(smoking dope) every day (run through your door) that's day (pulling hoes) that's day (Get money more) every day [X2]
1: Wiz khalifa] Rapping ass There go Wiz, he a ass nigga I'm in a benz getting brain from a Before you can mention my you need ten at least I know hate cause of the paper that a nigga see Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies.... Made men bunch of ass niggas When you paid then you with paid ass niggas I heard money grow on trees so I grew one my old bitch at home got a new one Said that I drinking but I'm back at it I said that I quit but I'm back at it Your bitch leaving with us that's tragic The go in the trunk....that's magic She weed and she don't even smoke Come to your job and make it bet you gone need a boat
[Verse 2: J] I'm 20 in and I still win Hanging the taylors drinking gin and im dancing Sunday I will ride the bugati- I ride benz Any chick and all of her friends you I'm tossing Money (you know it), little money folded (you know it) You got one crib (you it), Juicy got 4 (you know it) Only clubs that I like gotta poles ( you know it) Only fuck with chick, but I play with hoes (you know it) My sitting on forty acres --- who the neighbors? (whoooooo) Kobe bryant the lakers...now thats paper (lets get it) And I still mob through the hood I dont no waviers (yes sir) if you niggas getting wrong, I'mma see you later (Blowww)